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PETALS 

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To those whom I have loved 
To those whom I now love 
To those whom I may yet love 



I dedicate my simple lines 
PENELOPE PAULI 




JULY 6th 1921. 



INDEX 



Page 

Raindrops 1 

Song of the Bridle Path . . 2-3 

Greenwich ... ... 4 

To Annie Made Walker . . 5 

Sandalwood 6 

A Petal of Gold .... 7 

Anniverseries 8 

Reverie 9 

Little Blue=bell 10 

Reminiscence 11 

To the Hills of old Hong 

Kong 12 

Midnight 13 

Christmas, 1916 14 

To a Marigold 15 

To a wild Rose 16 

Each One his Best .... 17 

Trench Echoes 18 

The Blue Star 19 

O That a Rose 20 

The Old River James . . 21 

But Thoughts Divine ... 22 

June 23 

An Elm-tree 24-25 

Bits of Pleasure 26 

Flowery Kingdom .... 27 

Forsooth 28 

Blade Eagle 29-30 



Page 

Gratitude 31 

Lines 32 

Red, White and Blue ... 33 

Toll 34 

Chiaroscuro 35 

Be Kind 36 

Hong Kong the Beautiful . 37 

Myrrh 38 

The Rose of Old Mongolia . 39 

To a Mundane Star ... 40 

If 41 

To a Little Brown Dog . . 42 

Palm and Pine 43 

Dorine 44 

Lines 45 

November Eleventh 1918 . 46 

Lines 47 

The Silent Guard 1918 . . 48 

To a Volunteer 49 

Argonne 50 

A Broken Wing 51 

Colors on a Chinese Fan . 52 

Despair 53 

Heart's Desire 54 

Sunset 55 

Lines 56 

Dinna Forget 57 

Friendships 58 



RAINDROPS 

A budding maple stood alone, 
Close to my window-pane, 
And on each twig a crystal shone, 
Of opalescent rain. 

Bright Phoebus rose, the air was still, 
And fast each crystal clung, 

I leaned upon the window sill, 
And to the skies I sung : 

"O great, O silent, wondrous power, 
What brings you here today? 

Why show to me this jeweled bower, 
Why make my heart so gay? 

Do I deserve that you should strew, 
My path with jewels bright? 

O mystic power my faith renew, 
Grant that I see aright." 

TO My BELOVED HUSBAND. 

HOT SULPHUR SPRINGS, VIRGINIA, 
FEBRUARy 24th 1915. 



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SONG OT THE BRIDLE PATH 

he reins ! Firm ! Taut ! 
Up, 

Out, 

And off! 

Great planks resound, 

Hoofs spurn the ground, 
We are up, 
Out, 

And away. 

Galloping, galloping, 

Marvelous mare! 
Galloping, galloping, 

Light as the air! 

Black as a raven and fast as a fawn, 

Footsteps as light as the roseate dawn,- 

Mane like blown rain and flowing clear, 
You are adorable, Lady my dear! 



Galloping, galloping, 

Through the green dale, 
Galloping, Galloping, 

Swift as a gale! 

Over and over we dashed far away, 

Into the joyous, the gold light of day, 

Over bright hills, then through shady glen, 

Far from ~- then badk to the dull haunts of men ! 

Steady, steady, easy, easy, 
One, two, three, four — 
Stable, 

Sugar, 

Au revoir! 



GREENWICH 

{CONNECTICUT) 

'n all the world the traveller seeks in vain, 
W A homing place like Greenwich by the Sound; 
Tho' autumn's tones are buried now beneath 
The virgin snow, and angry winds sweep through 
The leafless trees, the great red sun at morn 
Still paints the sleeping Sound,- it tints the dull 
Cold waters with its radiant ruby glow,- 
And then again, as eve draws near, from out 
The amber west its afterglow spreads o'er 
The peaceful waves — still wrapped in dreams 
Of dawns and mists and mornings yet to come. 

CHRISTMAS NUMBER. 
GREENWICH PRESS, 1916. 



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TO ANNIE MACK WALKER 

right as the sun thy smile lights up the day,- 
O treasured friend, how often, just for me, 
Thou'st planned some dainty little jollity, 
That turned a brooding heart toward pathways gay,- 
My love for thee indeed will last alway, 
E'en tho my years he spent beyond the sea,- 
My thoughts will daily wend their way to thee, 
As rosebuds to the leafy brandi in May. 

O silvered friend, it seems surpassing strange, 
That petals for another thou should'st strew, 
Since fortune from thy pathway did estrange, 
The fairest flowers of earth and gave so few — 
Life's crystal globe reveals eternal change, 
And smiles as thine are pearls of rarest hue. 



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SANDALWOOD 

here's the modest, mystic lily 

With chalice filled with dew 
There's the great triumphant rose 

With its perfume and its hue <— 
There's the reminiscent lilac 

There's the richly scented pine 
Yet the haunting scent of sandalwood 

As it permeates japan ~ 
Seems to me more divine. 

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A PETAL OT GOLD 

petal of gold from a great sunflower, 
Caught by the winds one day, 
Sailed o'er the plains to a sunless bower, 
And there moaned its heart away. 

Moan, moan, lonely wind, 
Moan and sigh o'er the plains,- 
Softly now, soft and low, 
A soul soars away on thy strains. 

The petal pined for the dew of morn, 
And the fields where its comrades grew,- 
For the waving wheat, the tasseled corn, 
And the plains where the west winds blew. 



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ANNIVERSERIES 

f what importance is a date of birth, 

What matters the hour of death,- 
The years may be many we spend on earth, 

Or brief may be drawn life's breath. 

It is warp and woof of gosamer spun 

By hands that are weak and hearts that are strong, 
That counts when our day in this world is done, 

Though it be but a measure or three score long. 

Then why remember how old we are now, 

Or ponder the years we yet are to know? 

That which brings wrinkles and frost to the brow 
Is all that the world cares to know. 



REVERIE 

r n dreams I drift as clouds before soft showers, 
L I seem again a child at mother's knee, 
I hear a voice, divinely sweet to me,- 
The sunset marks the flight of golden hours, 
The twilight dews refresh the wearied flowers, 
And mystic shadows veil the distant lea,- 
The great gray world grows bright and sorrow^free, 
Beneath the sway of memory's magic powers. 

Ah, Memory, a blessing true thou art, 
Aglow with priceless visions of the past,- 
Within thy hallowed realm our cares depart, 
And there we find surcease from sorrow's blast,- 
A balm thou hast for every stricken heart, 
And sorrow fades — as in a dream, at last. 



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LITTLE BLUE-BELL 

ainthy little blue^bell, 

Nodding in the dell 
I have guessed your secret, 

And I'm going to tell — 

Unless you bear my greetings, 
To friends I hold most dear, 

And tell them that I wish them 
All a glad New year. 

1915. 



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REMINISCENCE 

ike a nebulous veil 

Trailing o'er the blue sea 
A dream of the past 

Comes drifting to me. 

And I trace in the mists 

Of etheral dew 
The features of someone 

So very like you. 

Will the veil drift away 

And leave you still there? 

Ah, then will my dream 
Be surpassingly fair. 

TO RICHARD LANDIS. 



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TO THE HILLS OT OLD HONG KONG 



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lory to thee, green hills of old Hong Kong, 

Graceful as a dragon basking in the tropic glow, 

Calm as old Diabutsu smiling o'er the throng — 

Stranger to the wintry winds, to northern sleet and snow, 

Golden theme for poet's praise or lyrist's fairest song. 



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MIDNIGHT 

A moonbeam traced a story, 

On the crest of a saddened wave, 
Of a false dream of glory, 
And a phosphorescent grave. 




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CHRISTMAS 
1916. 

p, little blue^bird, from the dell, 
Take in your heart a message sweet, 
Off with the winds to where they dwell, 

Go. 

Over the hills, the rivers, fleet, 
Fly as a gull o'er ocean's swell -— 
You'll find some golden grain to eat. 

The message true I'd have you tell, 
My distant friends, you'll find and greet, 
Is this: I love and wish them well, 

Go. 

DECEMBER 1915. 



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TO A MARIGOLD 

utumal winds are blowing, 

And many a seed they're sowing,- 

Of flowers that will deck the fields in spring. 

The butterflies have vanished, 

The bees the dross have banished, 

And frogs have ceased their nightly murmuring. 

The frost has kissed the flowers, 

And cooler are the showers 

That drive the fallen seeds into the earth. 

My marigold, tall growing, 

So like the bright sun glowing, 

Still scents the winds that sing of autumn's birth, 

Adieu, my gentle flower, 

So soon to leave your bower 

To fairy snow-flakes now upon their way. 

I wonder if, fair golding, 

In dreamtime you'll be holding, 

Sweet recollections of your queenly sway? 

Adieu ! Adieu ! 

OCTOBER 13* 1919. 



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TO A WILD ROSE 

Ah, no indeed, my erring friend, in very truth you're 
wrong, 

TVas not the orb of dazzling gold, nor yet the 
dewy spray, 

That coaxed the tender, reddening rose to spread 
its petals gay,- 

It was the love^notes of the lark — it was his 
low, sweet song. 




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EACH ONE HIS BEST 

year ago our slogan read: 

"We all must do our bit" 
And men gave gayly, bits of gold, 

And women learned to knit/ 
But time has broadened sympathies, 

And now no heart can rest, 
Until each one in truth can say: 

"I know I've done my best!" 
1918 



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TRENCH ECHOES 

forward we march! from trench to trench, 
Firmly we stand by the gallant French, 

Mother my dear, mother my own. 

Frays may be short or the battle long, 
Dauntless we face an enemy strong, 

Mother my dear, mother my own. 

Glare of the gun burns the blackness of night, 
Rise of the sun brings a doleful sight, 

Mother my dear, mother my own. 

Stand you alone and you must not weep, 
Sentries divine will the vigil keep, 

Mother my dear, mother my own. 

Some will return when the war is fled, 
Some must remain where but heroes bled, 
Mother, my own. 

SEPTEMBER 1918. 



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THE BLUE STAR 

ye powers that rule the world, 
Keep the stars and stripes unfurled! 
Let the emblem of the free 
Always wave for liberty! 

Stars we have — yea — stars untold,- 
Blue — and — silver, some of gold: 
Safe upon the mother's breast 
Let the Blue star firmly rest. 

Guard — O guard her boy so {air, 
Now on duty "over there",- 
Day by day the Blue star gleams, 
Beacon light of all her dreams. 

Do not let the heavenly blue 
Fade to silver's pulseless hue,- 
Spare— O spare— the message cold, 
That Her star has turned to gold. 



PENELOPE PAULI. 



The U. S. Government has adopted the 
Blue Star to indicate "In service",- the 
SiiverStar — "invalided",- theGold Star — 
"supreme sacrifice". 



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O THAT AROSE 

{\ that a rose with perfume rare, 

Would waft its incense here,- 

O that a rose could burdens bear, 
Could check the rising tear,- 

The name for such a flower should be: 
The rose of sympathy. 



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THE OLD RIVER JAMES 

caught but a glimpse 

As the train sped along, 

Marking time 

To may silent song, 

Of the old River James. 

The wavelets were sparkling, 

So bright in the sun, 

And the old stream was dreaning (of rest) 

When its course was run,- 

The waters were purling 

O' er half hidden stones, 

Seemed to be musing, 

Surely were murmuring, 

In low, dulcet tones,- 

Singing its way to the sea, 

Smiling the while at me, 

Was the old River James. 

RICHMOND, VIRGINIA 1915. 



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BUT THOUGHTS DIVINE 

igh on the crest of lofty moutain peak, 

Which, through dim, mystic ages grandly stood 

As guardian o'er its less pretentious neighbors, 

There sat with gorgeous mighty wings outspread 

As if for sudden flight, an eagle bold 

And fearless. By his calm demeanor one 

Could see that in his very soul there lived 

But thoughts divine. And as he scanned the earth 

Below, to him a seeming caldron filled 

With boiling strife and dull turmoil, 

There seemed to shine from out his eyes, serene 

And clear, a prayerful thought of gratitude 

To One on high that he an eagle were. 

CHRISTMAS NUMBER. 
GREENWICH PRESS, 1916. 



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JUNE 

Tune, June joyous June! 

j Bright thy tone and gay thy tune,- 

Roses blowing, love^light glowing, 

Joyous, joyous June. 

Bees, bees, honey bees, 

Circling over floral seas,- 

Lambs are gambling, lovers ambling 

Joyous, joyous June. 

yea June, joyous June, 
Love is brooding — veil the moon! 
Birds are singing, BELLS are ringing 
Joyous, joyous June! 



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AN ELM-TREE 

hoary elm^tree, tall and lone, 
Long graced an arid plain,- 
It often sighed in monotone, 
For drops of cooling rain, 
For draughts of crystal rain. 

From out the north a great cloud came, 
And, hovering as a brooding dove, 
Gently in His holy name, 
Gave nectar from above, 
Of sacramental rain. 

The parching leaves danced merrily, 
As the dust was washed away,- 
The weathered limbs mused charily, 
Of seasons bleak and gray, 
Of sleet^encumbered rain. 

A churlish wind rose angrily, 
To drive the cloud away, 
The dripping leaves stirred fitfully 
And were no longer gay, 
As downward beat the rain. 



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Great drops were hurled against the tree. 

As pebbles from the beach, 

When tossed by sullen waves of sea, 

Far out beyond its reach, 

Great, driven drops of rain. 

The Gothic branches swayed and creaked, 

The old elm felt the pain, 

The trembling leaves — I thought they shrieked, 

As downward beat the rain, 

The cold torrential rain. 

So like the elm^tree on the plain 
We mortals stand. Mayhap alone,- 
We sigh for sun, and then for rain, 
In mournful monotone,- 
For sun, for sun, for rain. 



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BITS OT PLEASURE 

appiness is scarce a treasure, 

For who would always happy be? 
But little bits of well-earned pleasure, 

Resemble lights on a dull gray sea. 

None may know the joy of rest, 
Until one really wearied be,- 

Nor may the soul attain its best, 
Quite free from life's adversity. 



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TL O WERY KINGDOM 

Land of the rising sun 
Land of the hoary Hun 

Land of far Cathay 
Land of yesterday 

Land of the lotus rare 
Land of the lily fair 

Land of the wise cocoon 
Land of the low monsoon 

Land of the Mandarin 
Land of the tea^plant green 

Land of the poppy red 
Land of centuries dead 

Land of leafy bowers 
Land of idle hours 

Land of fragrant streams 
Land of pleasant dreams. 



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TORSOOTH 

/^\ver the way we rode to-day, 
^ Billy Blythe and I, 

Billy in truth, by a dragon's tooth 

Was bitten and must die! 

Why did you ride right by my side, 
Billy Blythe, O why? 
You are still a youth in very truth, 
Too young indeed to die! 



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BLACK EAGLE 

lack Eagle soared high o'er a wind-swept plain, 
And he glanced at the tillers of corn,- 

He soared for a time o'er the toilers there 
Then he folded his wings forlorn. 



As he soared he had noted a strange, new scene, 
And down to the earth came he,- 

On a bough o'er the soil of a new made grave, 
He settled and sat quite soberly. 



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"Who sleeps neath the sod in this daisied dell, 
Whose soul departed from here? 

Who gathered this garland of fresh wild flowers 
And damped it with this pearly tear?" 

"Surpassingly strange" said the Eagle Black, 

"That in this land of mirth, 
Good people should worry and hurry on, 

To a little mound of earth," 

"Now I fly away from dangers each day, 
That are sent just my courage to try, 

Then with rise of the sun I can face them again 
With never so much as a sigh." 



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GRATITUDE 

O Treasured friend, as if from out some cool 
And rose^sweet atmosphere you came into 
My life. The darksome days were sere and hot 
With war's unholy tale of sighs and moans 
And crimson stains from fields where once the Spring* 
Time flowers were wont to spend their glory and 
Their grace. From these same fields that once were fair, 
Against the evening sky the eye could see 
The outlines of the bearers of the dead. 
No, no, it was not the dead. But from each maimed 
There came a cry, a piteous cry, for aid 
To stand once more in righteous line against 
A deadly foe whose soul's desire seemed draughts 
Of human blood. 

I heard them call! you heard them call! 'Twas then 
You came with sweet compassion's smile and gave 
To me your warm and helpful hand. It would 
Be vain to try to voice to you my heart's 
Pure gratitude. O rather let me say, 
The murmured prayers of those you've helped me help 
Will form a halo fair and crystal clear 
Through which my grateful ^.yts will ever trace 
your heart^remembered face and form. 

Written by request for 
Miss Rebekkah Crawford, 
Trough whose daily efforts 
Artificial limbs are being 
Supplied to wounded Italians 
Who wish to go back to the 
Battle front. 
GREENWICH, CONECTICUT, JUNE 26th 1918. 



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LINES 

ow shall I hide 

The venomous vine 
As it creeps — 

As daily it creeps 
Over the ruins 

Of my disenchanted heart. 



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RED, WHITE AND BLUE 

nee on a time a lady fair, 

Bright colors chose with great delight 
And fashioned far beyond compare. 

A flag of red, and blue, and white,- 
The ruby red meant daring blood, 

The field of blue, fidelity, 
For purity the white stripes stood, 

The colors all, for liberty. 



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TOLL 

he bride, the bride, the promised bride, 

Fell from a height to a blackened tide, 

And o'er her soul — did it roll, did it roll? 
Did it seek in vain its toll, its toll? 

He stood aside, aside, aside, 

He was the village pride, its pride — 
Downward, downward, she fell, she fell, 

To a burning couch in a chamber of hell. 



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CHIAROSCURO 

ver and over I soar far away, 

To a cool, to a brighter sphere,- 

Up to a height, 

Flooded with light, 

Far from the sombre Here. 

Sadly I leave my ethereal sphere, 

To return to the plains below,- 

Out of my world, 

Jeweled and pearled, 

Far from its golden glow. 



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BE KIND 

hat e'er may be your creed or clan, 

Be kind,- 
What e'er may be your wish or plan, 

Be kind,- 
Give a saint a place to pray in, 
Give a child a place to play in, 
Give the poor a place to stay in, 

Be kind. 

We have sorrows, one and all, 

Be kind,- 
None can tell where they may fall, 

Be kind,- 
Should they come to you, or me, 
Though the burden bend the knee, 
Yet, as tho we were care free, 

Be kind. 

1916 



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HONG KONG THE BEAUTIFUL 

May it be my good fortune to leave with you a pleasant memory of ; 



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ong Kong beautiful — Beautiful Hong Kong, 
Rising like a gem from the cool, mystic sea,- 
Hong Kong beautiful — Burden of my song; 
Glory of the past — and of ages to be. 



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MYRRH 

ehold the cold and ashen corse of love ~ 

The wormwood past I view through mists of tears,- 

I count the wasted hours, the days, the years, 

In which, though wounded to the heart, I strove 

Enduring love and tenderness to prove,- 

I toiled to build a shrine where faith endears, 

I sought excuse to sooth awakened fears, 

I knelt in prayer for guidance from above. 

Deep love, alas, is curst with inner sight,- 
Within thy heart there burns an alien flame,- 
Whate'er the cause, a woman s^ts aright, 
The bitter truth her lips refuse to frame,- 
A roseate dawn is changed to sombre night, 
And crushed am I, who long have borne thy name. 



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THE ROSE OT OLD MONGOLIA 

Tn far away Mongolia 
A Dwells a dainty darksome maid/ 
In her hair she wears a lily, 

On her arm a priceless jade. 

„Sweet rose of old Mongolia, 

Beyond the ocean blue, 
Fair flower of ancient Asia, 

I am coming back to you/' 

As the wise bee sips his honey 

From the heart of a red, red rose, 

So I seek a gentle sweetheart 

Where the mystic lotus blows. 



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TO A MUNDANE STAR 

ear well, bright star, today thy glorious gown 
Of golden gauze or mayhap priceless lace,- 

The world grows aweary of Star and clown, 
And over changing features time will trace 

The image of thy rival for renown. 

JANUARY 5th 1917. 




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17 

Qerene indeed is woman's sphere, 
Free from fetters, free from care! 
Queen for a day of a wondrous Here, 
Laurelled — jewelled — fair. 

All complete from the hour of birth, 
Fresh from "the land of nod" 
Reigns supremely a day on earth, 
Then — back to the arms of God. 



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TO A LITTLE BROWN DOG 

four little feet ran after me, 

Two little ears were pointed high, 
One little heart beat anxiously, 

One little dog did so sadly sigh. 

„ Where are you going, Lady, dear? 

Why don't you stay at home with me? 
I am so sad, when you are not here — 

Please — dear Lady — stay with me!" 

Two little tears fell on the stair, 

Two little eyes shone bright and clear, 

One little tail was wagging there, 

One little heart holds me most dear. 

JANUARY 1* 1915. 



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PALM AND PINE 

youth and a maid of the long ago, 

Loved unwisely well,- 
He lost nor name nor honor, 

She learned the way to hell: 

Forsook in youth the pathway, 

The good and the pure must know, 

And now she rests in old Cathay, 
Where slumbrous poppies blow. 

She lies beneath a palm tree, 
He 'neath a northern pine,- 

She, the pitied outcast — 
He, an honored divine. 



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DORINE 

here's a love^light in your eyts, 

Dorine, 
Meet me in our paradise, 

Dorine, 
Down where the daisies dwell, 
And the knowing heatherbell, 
It is there my love Td tell, 

Dorine. 

I have loved you ^ O so long, 

Dorine, 
You have been my silent song, 

Dorine, 
Since you flung the golden dart, 
That now quivers in my heart, 
I have sworn we shall not part, 

Dorine. 

While the dew is on the rose, 

Dorine, 
Ere the fall of silvery snows, 

Dorine, 
Come! place your hand in mine, 
Drink with me celestial wine, 
While the stars of love still shine, 

Dorine. 



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LINES 



^mooth are thy claws — O, velvety smooth, 
Onward creeping, onward creeping,- 

Falsely, O falsely, thou seemest to soothe 
A mind that is partly sleeping, 
A mind that is partly sleeping. 



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NOVEMBER ELEVENTH 
1918 

he chill that long about the heart has lingered, 
Is now a joyous, radiant, ruby glow! 
The roaring guns our soldiers nobly handled, 
Are cooling now in trenches row on row. 

Rejoice! Rejoice! 

As wreaths and garlands seem the stars above us, 
And moonbeams cool the hot and pitted earth, 
The great red sun returns full glorious, 
To greet the morning of the world's rebirth. 

All Hail! Rejoice! 



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LINES 

ayhap I am a petal 

Of some long forgotten flower — 
I seem of baser metal 

Than those whose day is o'er. 



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THE SILENT GUARD 
1918 

n shelUtorn and pitted plains our fallen lie, 

There silvery moonlight solemn seems,- 

We ask in vain of the blue, starry sky, 

The trend of their shortened, their youthful dreams. 

The emblem they loved still caresses the breeze, 
Tho their dear hearts be forever stilled,- 
We revere and remember such men as these, 
Who fell at the crest of promise fulfilled. 

The snowy white daisy, the mauve heatherbell, 
Will return to those barren fields in spring, 
They will root, they flower where brave men fell, 
And there the winged songster will sing. 

For the birds and the flowers must return, 
They are the bright spring's inheritance,- 
Tho the heart of the homeland thru ages will mourn, 
The great Silent Guard in France. 

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TO A VOLUNTEER 

"f you had had no mother, or I had had no son, 

'I wonder how each would have felt when the war 
at last was won? 

For without the tie of kinship, without the livid pain, 

Without the haunting fear we should not meet again, 

We never should have known the pain it costs to part, 

We never should have known the flowers of the heart. 



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ARGONNE 

am the soul of a little flower 

I grew in a distant bower 

Where rests today a treasured youth in peace. 

I was there that solemn night 

When the fragile soul took flight 

And the earth to which I clung gave quick release. 

I heard the tender prayer 

That the pale boy murmured there 

As he pled with One on high to shelter you. 

And he said: „yea — little flower 

You no longer have your bower 

With its sunshine and its never^failing dew. 

Go westward with the breeze, 
Far beyond the sullen seas — 
Go tell a silvered mother there alone, 

That, as altar incense rare 
I will linger near her there 
Though the clay she cherished lies in far Argonne." 



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A BROKEN WING 

ere am I — alas ~ with broken wing — alone, 

Here, on the blue. — the glazier's pulseless breast,- 

Far to the south my treasured mate is flown, 
slowly, slowly, he is flown ~- 

Far beyond the sunset's crimson crest. 



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COLORS ON A CHINESE TAN 

his is a golden sunbeam 

As it gleams on the red^blown trees ,■ 
This is the silvery moonlight 

As it dances on bluey seas/ 
And this is the tint of an Asian sky 

As it arches over these. 



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DESPAIR 

1 would give a pretty penny just to write a long 
sweet line, 

And of fine words there are many but alas ! they are 
not mine. 

I have scanned the musty pages that the poets, 
known to fame, 

Have written through the ages, all above each poet 
name,- 

But I cannot write a sentence that someone, who 
used to write, 

Has not long, long, long before me, jotted down 
in blaok and white. 




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HEART'S DESIRE 

e may climb as high as the starry sky, 
On a ladder of golden fame, 

With motives pure and heart secure, 
And courage to play the game. 



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SUNSET 

eheld have I the noonday sun, 
And shadows to the west,- 

A league or so, my course is run, 
Serenely then I'll rest. 

Serenely rest, though sun may rise, 
And sip the morning dew,- 

Though should I wake in paradise, 
My thoughts will turn to you. 

TO HARRV LANDIS. 

TROY, MONTANA, JUNE 14 th 1921. 



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LINES 

whither now, uncertain feet, 
Whither wilt thou travel? 

O weary heart why longer beat, 
Canst thou the past unravel? 

JUNE 1918. 



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DINNA TORGET 

y/TNae ye min' o / the heather that grew on the hills, 
*-^ An 7 the bonnie wild moorland at hame, 
Dae ye min / o the frien's ye lo'ed dearest o'a' 
Ere ye left us an' gaed ower the faem. 

This sprig'll bring mem'ries o faces an' forms, 
An' voices baith tender an' true, 

Tae wish, frae the frien's o the years that are gane, 
Success for the year that is new." 

<SUSIE'S CHRISTMAS CARD 1914.) 



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"FRIENDSHIPS 

er the glazier's frozen sheet 
Breathes soft the Alpine rose" 
Shall ever live each mem'ry sweet, 
Of the friendships that I chose. 



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